One of the biggest draws of our condo was that it was in an elevator building. Because we were on the top floor, and because I had grown to hate navigating a stroller down a flight of stairs in my last apartment, it was a big deal. But because the building was a construction zone for most of the waiting period before closing, I didn't realize that the developer wasn't entirely honest about the elevator access.
For some reason that still mystifies me, our elevator begins on the second floor. From street level, in order to get to the elevator, you have to go through a separate door, up a handicap-accessible chair lift, and then down a corridor to the elevator. It's still a ridiculous hassle, and even though I remind myself that me noticing it earlier wouldn't have changed anything (we weren't going to back out and they weren't going to completely rebuild an elevator shaft because I was annoyed), I wish I had paid more attention to what was unfinished as much as I did what was on display.
